It takes a lot for me to start liking new people; and next to nothing to make me dislike them. Hard to please, easy to piss off. Understandably a bad trait, but I am who I am and I don't see that changing any time soon.

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Adara Litvinova's Biography

"I am not a woman. I am an inferno, I am a tempest. I am venom and fangs and claws. I am lightning and starlight, and I am hell in high heels."

*contemplates* Maybe I should go send Konstantin another postcard from the city itself...*laughs* I'm sure he would love that... again.*ponders* Maybe I'll even find another husband there.*dies a little inside but laughs anyways*

*busts onto the scene with a whole lot of sass*
*waves business card around*
*has tack holes all over his arse*ADARA LINTOVPOTATO!
*is probably yelling because of blown out ear drums*
I never expected this kind of sabotage. I only BORROWED your phone! My @ss looks like in pin cushion! Water instead of moonshine? How could you!

-leaves a can of peas on Adara's desk--turns to leave, stops--turns the volume of all electronic devices to 'max'--replaces vodka with water, wine with grape juice.. in other words, reverse Jesus' the beverages--looks around--uses thumbtacks to turn office chair into a Judas chair--covers said chair nonchalantly with a very soft, cashmere throw--drops one of Tiber's business cards on the floor as 'evidence'--struts the f-ck out like a boss-

He nods, a large hand raising to give an abrupt wave. Why is he not surprised she wants to discuss Russia? Because it is Adara and she likes to poke large bears with big sticks. A cut of a smile, one of worry, one of doubt, Valentin turns to head to his cabin. It was time to start packing. Time to return to the Taiga.

*pokes with a paint brush* I am not that dumb!*thinks* Not always anyways...only when I drink Tequila...and there are rabid monkeys that I have to throw limes at.*thinks* No no, that isn't right. I have to squeeze lime on their bites. Yes. That is what I have to do.*serious* Did you know lime juice will cook flesh?

Don't fret. Small trip. Nothing could go wrong. A thick brow raises at Adara's words. Of course he knows something will happen. It will be more than just a small trip. And something is bound to go wrong. He recalls a car crash many years ago and numerous other things that couldn't go wrong. And how they are all in this predicament because of a 'small trip'. Yes, of course, nothing could wrong.

"Ja? Ok." Trust doesn't come easily to the Butcher, but if his charge wants to go off without giving him the details, then so be it. She was a big girl. She had many friends and certainly didn't need his help, that much was understood. Maybe it was time he stopped being so over protective? With a small kiss pressed to Adara's forehead, he relinquished any responsibility. "Be safe Madchen."

"Ja.. ok." A deep sigh leaves the Colossus. He is being left out of the loop but he also does not recall this Quinn person. A nod of his head, he submits and does not push Adara to include him in whatever is going on. But she should know better that he would also not stand by and wait for something to happen. Of course one of his men will be dispatched, to follow.. and watch, from a distance. Especially if Ella is travelling with Adara. "Mert mindig olyan dolgokat csinálsz, amelyeket nem szabad csinálni."

-inclines his head- A trip? You just returned recently.. where are you going? I have not had any time to spend with Ella. -protective 'Uncle'? Slightly- I could watch her if you need. I'm sure Livia would love to see her as well.-follows, expecting answers- Miért kell mindig lefusson?

*gulps down a swallow of air*
It was... an emergency? Have I mentioned how pretty you look today?!
*shifty eyes*
Oh. I’ve always wanted to go to California. Of course I want to come!
*clears throat* chocolatecakeisthebest.

Big Boss
Oh, nice! He could use a tan!
And sparkly power suits you.
Just make sure you use it for good. Like throwing random, elaborate parties for holidays that aren't real holidays.
I think Colorado Day is on August 1st. I know a guy who could make it a great party.

“Always up for drinks, especially when they’re free. And with new friends!“ Perhaps to her own surprise, Rickie’s exhibiting an uncharacteristic amount of enthusiasm about this new Boob Gang. She’s riding the high of getting her girl back, and it shows.

"And I am Beaudoin. Call me Beau."The man gave a slight bow with his jolly grin still plastered on his features. "I ain't never been to New York but I suppose an adventure up north wouldn't be so bad. I will keep ya on my mind if the time comes."

If this were a cartoon, Beau's jaw would have hit the floor. His eyes would have flew from his skull. His heart would have exploded. "You are a blessing, cher! If you ever find yourself in New Orleans, free drinks on me at 'The Rompin' Rougarou.' What is the name of such a gracious angel?"

"Oh, yes! I just bought one. I don't care what other people call it, I still think it's a magic box," Jocelyn stated matter-of-factly. Despite the fact the man at the electronics store showed her how to use everything, she dutifully watched Adara go through the steps, and grinned broadly when she finished. "I wasted several hours watching videos of puppies and kittens on YouTube. They're so adorable, I couldn't help myself."

Lots of places to take pictures.

Adara had her. Lock, stock, and barrel. Jocelyn would come to New York sooner rather than later. She also made note to look up Moscow, Hungary, Gypsies, and Budapest.

Beaming, she accepted the card and studied it before tucking it safely into her pocket. When she got home, she would enter the information into her cell phone so it wouldn't be lost.

Jocelyn's head tilted the opposite direction, much the way a puppy does when listening to something of interest. In this case, it was the information Adara provided. When the woman mentioned photos, she perked up further, if possible, then returned to puzzled.

"I'm staying in hotels because it seems silly to buy a place if I'm moving around but I do live with a friend when I'm in that city. I can come visit you! No family, although maybe they could be considered brothers and sisters... but not like humans. It's complicated."

Jocelyn flashed a smile. "I'm from Heaven. Most people give me odd looks when I tell them that," she shrugged and continued, "I have met only one very nice person. Some have been grumpy. You seem nice, too. Where are you from?"

Obliviously, the firing off of all the questions didn't bother her at all.

The combination of startle and puzzlement melted away when the woman offered her hand, to be replaced by true delight. Jocelyn's entire face lit up. finally! She reached out and shook the hand with gusto.

"Hi! I'm Jocelyn. No one has called me anything other than that but I guess you could... my home right now is a hotel room in whatever city I happen to be visiting." She paused, tilting her head. "What's a basement?"

As per usual, Jocelyn was out and about, seeing what there was to see, and trying to absorb as much information as she could without overloading her brain. Hadn't happened yet, but it wasn't an impossibility.

Then, a woman approached and shouted at her.

Blue eyes wide, Jocelyn rocked slightly back on her heels. For whatever reason, her hands went to her head, chest, hips, then thighs, as if checking for all her bits.

His phone buzzes on the table and it takes him by surprise. Keen eyes watching through semi-closed blinds, a particular female, remove their gaze from his quarry. Is it important? Considering the Butcher doesn't often receive text messages, too much of a 'paper trail' and old habits die hard, he figures it is one of two women. And knows it is Adara because Livia is.. was.. on the street. "Scheisse.."

Picking up the phone, he takes a moment to appraise both woman and child, a smile that reaches his eyes broadening thick lips as a rumble of laughter escapes. He wouldn't have expected anything less than a child so beautiful from his Madchen.

Adara, she's beautiful. It seems she has grown quite a bit since I last saw either of you. I am glad to hear you are safe but I knew with John, you would be.

Text sent, the giant stands and makes his way out the door into the streets of Paris.

"That's a lot of information that I'm not going to remember because I am so... overwhelmed with sheer joy." Stoned, actually. Derek is a proficient stoner and businessman, owning, operating, and providing for his very own shop out of LA. Not so much operating, currently. He is in New York, after all.

"Derek Norse, FBI. Pleasure doin' business with you." Okay. Big white lie. It's fine. No big deal. He can't help it. There is a pretty lady in front of him, and whether she is a mother or married or not - Derek is a sucker for a beautiful woman. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to secure the area."

Of all the things Derek expected, this hadn't been one. This woman just served him a platter of manwealth, and it shows as that sh-t eating grin smears it's way across his face from ear to ear. His own cabin. All the food. Alcohol, because bar. A garden, to grow his NYC strain in (a new decision, that he is sure will be just as successful as LAs).

And pat downs.

Eyes wide, Derek nods slowly, nearly drooling over the prospect of this. And he cannot wait to tell Wes. "Lady, I don't know who the fck you are, but I think I love you. I promise to never pat you down. When do I start? Do I need to submit for a background check, because I think I hear my mom calling if I do."

+ being the shy person she was Dutchie still approached Adara and handed her some freshly baked cookies.+ " Hello mama Doe I just made these I thought maybe you and Papa Doe would like some for a snack." +Dutchie mostly stayed to her self especially if she didn't know them but once she did and they knew her the wolfess would be very hard to shut up.+

After a few tries with the phone that Addie insisted he use he finally gets the text feature to work. He misses his trusty only Nokia phone. He had an amazing high score on Snake but she forced him to use this iPhone so that he could get picture texts and other modern things like that. After getting it figured out he replies to her text as best he can. "onn my way to me3t you there&% cant wait to enjoy some^ naked beach #time with (you."

*cackles at the sight of the picture**stares at* Play on words...cat.*grins* I think a cat could steal it but then what would it do with your tongue? Would it play with it? Or would it eat it? Do you think it would hide it? That might be cute. A cat hiding a tongue that it stole. Don't you think? It just occurred to me...*blinks and channels* Where did I leave my pills? Where's my vodka...*turns in a circle*

HEY! *scowls as her cigarette goes bye bye* Well, they do say girls take after their fathers...*contemplates how Adara and she both might be quite like their fathers, lights up another cigarette* I'm having part Alien part Warform...I'm allowed to smoke. *holds cigarette out of snatching distance, palms Addie's face to hold her back*

*thunderolls out from under Adara* I hope to have only one. Two is one too many and anymore than two is way too many. *dusts self off and lights up* How is tiny Satan anyways? *exhales a plume of smoke*

*bites* STOP! YOU'LL HURT THE BABY! *rubs belly gently* Well, when two people fall in love, usually, they have the sexes. When they have the sexes, sometimes a new life-form is created. This is called an embryo. Which will eventually become a fetus. Then, after nine to ten months it will rip its way out of my rib cage and come into this world ready to be a warform. *cants head* I think...wait. Maybe I confused Alien with my story of procreation. *contemplates*

*reads email**curses about English not being her first language*I miss you too. Valentin says he is excited about the baby...*turns away from the giant*I'm very excited...counting the days. I bought a new video camera and everything!*hunches over phone*I might have made two replicas of your favorite painting...do not tell Mr Grumpy Pants.

*backs out of text**checks email**grumbles about sleep and cold and a large German that likes to hog the blankets**taps out new email* Did your belly leave you? Why is the belly missing you? DID I MISS THE BABY BEING BORN?!*may have knocked said large German out of bed, continues typing* Am I gonna have to stay here longer than I have already been?!*not that she really minds...cough...German*

Have you considered a new crew position? *tilts head to side*
I want a new one, but my mind wanders and it picks new ones for you. *lists off on fingers*
1). Boss's Boss
2). Boss's Supervisor
3). Mrs. Boss
Your current one is great, too, but after the latest announcement, these seem...truthier.

*Can definitely be heard singing loudly from Zarith's cabin*
IN YOUR EYES I SEE THE DOORWAY TO A THOUSAND CHURCHES!
IN YOUR EYES THE RESOLUTION OF ALL THE FRUITLESS SEARCHES!
*Okay. So maybe it's a serenade.*
*Because serenading must be done loudly and with purpose.
*Often, in all caps*

The big man can't help but laugh at his little girl. "Yeaaaahh, I really doubt that is it." Thinks for a minute and then snaps his fingers. "You know what, maybe it is one of those play center things for kids. A big pit filled with plastic balls that you jump in and play around with."

You were successful in stealing $5.00 from DenSteals 4.
*hands Adara the stolen goods*
Those zombies are kinda creepy... Just hanging around...
They're not very conscious of their surroundings though, it would seem.
*shrugs*
*gives another cookie from pocket*

*watches, stunned for a moment*
*runs to catch, it's SUPER EASY*
So...want to play 20 questions? If I can't guess what it is, I won't tell anyone.
*eyes slide over to the human-sized back then back to Adara*
*nods hopefully*

*drops off a package of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies wrapped in plastic and tied in a neat pink bow*
*has a note attached, spritzed with a floral perfume*Some fresh goodies for the pregnant Mrs. Doe. Pietre and I have yet to get sick, so I put my stamp of approval on this batch. Enjoy!
Julliet

*gives pear*No, John has never been boring. Ever. Just don't fly with him on commercial carriers. *coughs* Yea, no unsupervised visits.*frowns* I think I made Valentin a bit angry last week, he played the 'who wants to know what it feels like to be laundry' game with me.

*sees John's comment and vomits a little**pins a gold star to Adara's blouse because she is a girl* Congrats Milacku!*musses Adara's hair* My little platinum Golem. *is jealous because she is a fake blonde but don't tell anyone that*

"They fvcking better..." A single cerulean orb winked at the girl with the heart shaped face. " And I'm sure it will work out in the end. Things always do."

Livia took another sip of water and gazed back over her shoulder. Did she tell Adara about the boxes upon boxes of play pens and cribs she brought? It wasn't like she could just pick one. She didn't know what color the nursery was going to be or what style! But if she was going to stay...

"So, um, the rental car still has more 'things' in it. Should I start building now or did you want to paint the nursery first..." She turned to face Addie. "I think Livia is a great name for a little girl! And and...Alexei for a boy!"

Delicate brows furrowed over pale pools as Adara's smile weakened. Her words caused a slow fire to rise through the Slayer's face. How could they not love her? Sure Addie had a temper...but she was one of the sweetest people once you got past that.

"Well, their loss." Livia took a sip of water to busy her mouth before profanities could be slung about. "I think you're wonderful. And maybe the baby doesn't need to be raised in that environment." Like the one she and Adara lived in was any better? A frown tugged at the woman's mouth. They always did the best they could and it worked well enough. Hadn't it? "John? Old as dirt? I always wondered how old he was...wish I had that trick. The stay young forever trick."

Because, let's face it, Livia wasn't getting any younger. Her birthday had just passed and she was at the age where it really was just another day. No need to remind herself she was turning into an old Spinster.

"Well, if you need anything, I'm ready to help and if you want me to stay, I will. If you want me to go, I can do that too. I've got nothing planned and the Crew has been quiet. Truth be told, I'm feeling a bit useless."

Livia smiled the best she could, the flesh of her face still healing from a brief trip to crazyland. Or truthland. Depending on how one were to look at it. She was about to say she hadn't any plans really and could stay when 'Jack Daniels Doe' caught her attention. Surely John couldn't be serious about that name. Could he? No no...Addie said he was being funny. Which probably meant he was slightly serious.

"Ok, let's say John didn't have a say in the baby's name, what would you name the baby?" Her best friend wasn't making this easy. How was she supposed to get little baseball jerseys made with the baby's name?! And little stitched mits and.. "I mean, you do have a few more months to think this over, no rush."

No, there was a rush. Livia was almost climbing out of her skin at the thought of a baby arriving. She played it cool though, sipped slowly at the bottle of water in her hand. She had so many plans for the child. Livia was sure she could talk John and Addie into letting her babysit from time to time. Valentin was completely responsible and liked children, so that wasn't an issue. A responsible adult around, that is.

"John's family interesting?" Livia cackled. She could only imagine. "I mean, family is great to have and I'm sure they are amazing...I just hope they don't all take the John Doe approach to problem solving."

Because that would just be kind of scary. And a lot of cheerleaders would have to be rounded up. And beer. Good thing she owned an Impala.

If Adara couldn't imbibe, Livia wouldn't either. The Slayer imagined it couldn't be very fun watching everyone else having a grand drunken time, so, she did something completely abnormal of her character...she slid the bottle towards Tabitha and requested a bottle of water.

"That's got to be a fun experience...having family up in your lady garden." She gave a soft elbow to Addie's arm. "I'm good, missing you of course." Livia glanced at the bags. "Well, I went big and didn't go home...for like twenty four hours." A laugh escaped. "Lots of things for the baby, clothes and shoes and more clothes and shoes for when they grow bigger...like I think the baby might be set for a decade."

She blinked. Yea, she might have gone overboard but this was the first baby in her family! And really, the only person Livia could spoil. "And for you, the latest fashions from Paris in a few sizes too big for that every expanding belly of yours." She had missed being able to sit with the woman who was probably the only family she had now.

"Valentin...is Valentin. Quiet. A bit excited about the baby, I think. He even gave me some money to get you this..." A scarred hand reached into the front cargo pocket of her jacket...Yes, summer and still she wore a jacket...and presented Adara with a tell tale teal box. Inside of the box? A thick, silver choker from Tiffany and Co. with a semi traditional heart clasp. "He wants to know the baby's name so when he/she arrives, he can engrave it with the name and birth date. Which leads to my mission...What is the baby's name going to be? And yes, if that is what you want Milacku...I will stay for as long as you need."

"Muh Nahncy!" The young woman squealed as cerulean hues set their sight on the blonde she had so missed. Paris just wasn't the same without her. Nor was the club. Or even Saints & Sinners. Nothing was the same without Adara. A sullen smile brightened to hide the fact she was lost without the wolfess. "I come bearing muh baby wolf, and mommy of course, gifts!"

Livia dropped the bags at Adara's feet, a kiss placed to each of Addie's cheeks. It was then she realised she was being told she was moving back into the Den...until November? Cerulean hues widened. Was that even possible? And she had heard rumours of the crazies that occupied the Den. A laugh barked from deep within Livia's chest.

"November? Is that when the baby is due?!" The Czech woman was definitely excited and this was the first news she heard of a 'due' date. She'd ask about names later but first..."Milacku, how are you feeling? Do you need anything? And please sit down, let me take care of you for once hm?"

Seeing how it's been forever since she's seen her bestie-sister friend, Livia decided to hop a flight to New York. Once there, a rental car and a short drive found the Slayer at the Den. As did many memories, good and bad. But that's ok...Livia had made peace with so many things. And would continue to do so as time passed.

Not sure where the beautiful blonde with the heart shaped visage was, Liv slipped into the bar dragging bags upon bags of baby Prada and Louis Vuitton. Spoiling an unborn child? Of course. Auntie Livers is excited to have babies to spoil since she will never have one of her own. Not that it's a bad thing the Czech girl won't be a mother.

"Addie?!" Livia waves an occupied hand at Tabitha as she heads up the stairs, thinking her Nancy is in the old Master bedroom. "Sestra?"

Delivers a box of a dozen chocolate and vanilla cupcakes with assorted chocolate whip, cream cheese, buttercream and whipped cream frostings. Some even have sprinkles and candy bits on them.
"Are these the tiny cakes you were wanting?"

-is hit with cake- Adara, thank you but I did not want your cake. -presses lips firmly together and wipes frosting off his face and clothing- I just came for Liebste.. I wanted to take her to dinner. Hence the cake talk. -exhales slowly- May I use the restroom? -grips at Livia's elbow tightly- She can show me the way.

*Returns the nod of recognition and just chuckles lightly to himself.* That's the Russian? I guess I'm not surprised, not really. Haven't seen him since that crazy party outside Georgia. And not that Georgia, the one spelled with Cyrillic letters.

-walks past Madchen and her husband- Hallo -gives a nod to John- Long time no see John. -raises a brow at Adara and calls out to Livia- Are you ready Liebste? We have an appointment to attend. -offers his hand-

That Russian guy? You will have to forgive me if I'm not crazy worried about him. But then I'm not that worried about much of anything. If you don't want to hide in the basement them how about the cabin? You remember where it is and nobody else knows about it.

*blinks* Holy shiz you just totally channeled...*stops* Yea and see, I don't need to be married for the *counts* fifth time. *scowls at the number* Jesus...*takes a drag off her cigarette* And he isn't interested in co-eds or I totally would. *whimpers softly*

YOU ALREADY SAID HE DIDN'T THINK CAKE WAS CAKE! *cries* I'm so fvcked...in the most literal of senses! *scowls and takes a drag off her cigarette* Maybe I can distract him with something...*shifty eyes* Got any narcan?

-grins darkly at the message- So she is in Adara and John's garage. -remembers the stories long ago of the Den as told by Livia and returns Adara's text- Tell Livia I will see her soon. -sends texts to his employees-

*peeks out from the cupboard, one cerulean hue making contact with Adara's mossy orbs* I'm not trying to take cake from John. Hell no. *pulls a ribbon from the shelf next to her and dangles it from her hiding spot* Do you see this sh*t? This is what happens to girls that don't give up the cake or try to take the cake. Fvck that. *shuts cupboard and whimpers*

*returns text* Bish...you have a mouthful of 'cake'. *cries*Butcher said summin about midnight...I have no clue wtf he means. WHAT DOES HE MEAN?! HALP MEI!*hides in cupboard and plays with hair ribbons*

*feels phone buzz**pulls it from her back pocket**laughs hysterically* I'd say the same to you but it seems that would be difficult...*ponders* And with a face like mine, I gotta do something to get the boys to like me.*coughs**hits send**looks over her shoulder at Valentin and sighs*

Brow furrowed, Livia stared at the basket of pears on her desk. Who had been in her office? Pears were her favorite fruit, well known to a few, that she carried on her person at all times. Or rather, in her messenger bag. With a few quick steps she was at her desk, note held in her right hand while she shined a pear on her tee-shirt. She should have known it was Adara...only the she-wolf would spoil her so. Depositing the note on her desk, she slipped the cell phone from her jacket pocket and began to swype out a text to her bestie.

"I thought maybe you had another job?" Cerulean hues narrowed at her partner in crime before moving to study the paperwork. "This was in your home? In Colorado?"

Ivories pressed deep the scarred flesh of her bottom lip. While Livia's knowledge of Cyrillic was passable, she wasn't fluent by any means. Enough to travel, maybe vacation in Russia, but not enough to live and work there...legitimately. But it was good enough to recognize the documents were an order to kill. And two names did stand out. Alexei Litvinov, former mafia hitman, and Konstantin Popov. Konstantin being Valentin's boss and Alexei being the mark. The papers were old. Yellowed and tattered around the edges. A dis-ease began to grow in the pit of her stomach.

"You were eight when your parents were killed no?"

Livia already knew the answer to the question. She knew Adara was eight when the massacre occurred. Which meant Livia had been ten and Valentin had been twenty. Strange how they all seemed so far apart in age then, compared to now. The thoughts that tumbled through damaged psyche started to gnaw at her. Had Valentin been a part of this? The young woman knew Valentin had worked for Konstantin for a very long time. That he had started when he was young, eighteen or nineteen. Much like she had. Had this all been coincidence? Livia finding Valentin, training under him then meeting Adara?

"Addie, you said the man in the picture is your father...but that is not his name?" Livia recoiled from the paperwork before she continued. Either a mistake had occurred of Adara's life was about to be turned upside down. "The name is one I know, but only because of stories Valentin had told me in Irkutsk. Alexei Litvinov was once Konstantin's favorite hitman. He is also the man who trained Valentin...but something happened. I know the Butcher was very fond of him."

Maybe it was time for Livia to pay Valentin a visit. For the whole story. The Butcher had never mentioned any kill orders coming down from Konstantin in regards to Alexei. And if Alexei Litvinov was Adara's father, and Adara and Livia's meeting was completely chance, then Valentin had some explaining to do. Had he used her to get to Adara? Had his words simply been lies this whole time?

She had settled into a nice, hopefully long, hot bath when Adara's voice boomed about needing help from somewhere in the house. Which...could mean one of two things: Someone not supposed to be in the house was there or she was frustrated with something. Livia was more inclined to believe the latter but still...there was something strange in the inflection of her voice.

Attempting to scramble from the bath, and repeatedly slipping, fingertips clawed at the robe that hung from the door, found purchase. As she hoisted herself upwards the hook broke and sent the young woman spilling onto the floor. A grumble and she was up, robe wrapped around her lithe frame and running in the direction she thought Adara's voice had come from. Her office.

"Why are you yelling? And why are you sitting on my desk?" Pale hues looked at the deep scratches embedded in the rosewood desk. "This...this is why we cannot have nice things." A scowl marred scarred visage but the look on Addie's face confused her. "What is wrong Milacku?" Her fingers sifted through the contents. "What is all this...a passport, a photo of a man, paperwork? I do not understand. Are you leaving?"

Still laughing he follows her into her room and makes himself at home sitting on the bed. "Come now, you can't let the thought of a day old cheerleader put you off from delicious cake, I went through a lot of trouble to get that for you after all."

Laughs a bit to himself at the threat of old cake. "Yeah, you probably shouldn't go to my trailer just now, I haven't exactly cleaned up my last date." Makes a mental note to buy more fabreeze at the store.

Catches most of the thrown cake in his mouth and promptly swallow it with a smile. "Hey, that cake is pretty good. I can see why the little girl was so adamant to have it back." Springing forward faster than should be possible for someone his size he grabs the remainder of the cake from her and holds it over his head where she can't reach it. "This cake is entirely too good to waste, can't have you reducing it any more. I guess I will just have to keep the rest for myself."

Gives a shrug of his large shoulders as they walk along. "They had some pie there but no cherry pie, which is my favorite." Looks her up and down and then wiggled his eyebrows. "I am only concerned with your calorie intake because when I smack an ass I prefer it to be a small one that I'm slapping."

"I'm usually not one for cake, pie I like, just not cake. But I suppose I can sit with you as you inhale all those calories." Allows the smaller woman to drag him along by the elbow as she balanced the large cake in her other hand.

Returns after a short time with a double fudge death by chocolate cake. The entire cake still on the platter from the bakery. Pulling a sliver of glass from his hand after he hands her the cake he smiles. "The shop was closed, but I found an alternate entrance'"

"I suppose we could find you something to eat. I know how you are always wanting to stuff something into that mouth." Laughs as he pokes her flat belly. "Just no cake for you, need to watch that figure."

Shakes his head as he looks away. "Nope, too late, I am taking it back and buying myself a nice cheese grader instead. And just so you know, of the two of us, I think it is highly more likely that you would be the one getting 'stabbed'. Just saying."

"I couldn't agree with you more. I wish I could be more humble and deny such remarks but honestly, who would believe it?" Laughs along with her. "I really am just that great." Laughs more as he teases along with her.

Unmoving, dangerous smile still present on hardened face, the German listened closely to every word Adara spat. Gone was the quiet girl he had grown fond of and replaced by something more.. venomous. A knife through a foot did that sometimes. And she took it. Owned it. Used the anger returned to her and placed herself on the precipice between humanity and savagery. Valentin wondered if she would carry through with the waving threat of steel. Could he turn his art thief to an assassin? Possibly. Blue-green optics filled with pride at her sudden change of temperament.

As steel found the solid wood door, large hands found lithe arms and they were moving. Towards his bedroom, his bed. She wanted to be grown up and dangerous? He would show her what the repercussion of her words would be. Throwing the flaxen beauty on his bed as if she weighed nothing, bed sheets were wrapped quickly around petite frame until she could not move. A length of the linens left free and coiled multiple times around his hand, the Butcher carried his Madchen towards the open window and, with a kiss to her forehead, dropped her from the sill.

"I think you and I could use this time to reflect on things.. Madchen." His baritone gravel but filled with amusement. "I will reflect on what you said regarding my overbearing nature and you can reflect on things you've said that are none of your affairs."

A frown pulled at the corners of his mouth. When had he become so ill-tempered? Most times, he would have simply walked away when it came to his Madchen, but something deep within his mind bayed. It had become increasingly difficult to keep an even keel, so to speak, since the wolf attack in Irkutsk.

*glares* No...Auntie Livia isn't going to pupsit. *scowls* I can barely manage taking care of myself. How can I be a custodian to baby things? I cannot. I'd forget to feed them or something. *blinks* Or they would find my dufflebag...and god knows what would happen.

*blinks...is suddenly confused* I...am not sure what lock-picking and vertigo are a result from but, yes, biting. *sticks out tongue* Don't forget to take the pups. That should be an enjoyable 20 hours...*grins*

Pale pools lifted from the 'gift' to Adara. So that is what she meant by telling on Livia. The Slayer's hands slipped upwards to cover her face as a deep sigh escaped. So much had happened in the last few days. John's return had been both joyous and confusing. So many that had disappeared from her life had come back. Stalker and Tala. Adara. Valentin. John. It was an emotional roller coaster. And with her husband's absences becoming longer and longer, Livia was starting to lose that fight she had with jealousy and doubt. She was slipping into the dangerous area between love and apathy.

"Valentin would never kill you Adara...you are his Madchen. His little girl." Adara's words regarding Valentin's love, however, sent the Slayer into her innermost thoughts of Irkutsk and the man that had taken care of her after Malek's disappearance. She had never been able to refuse him. Maybe that is why she refused to love him. Livia never wanted to feel what she felt with Malek ever again. Because even with the greatest amount of love and joy came equal amounts of pain and sorrow when all was lost. "I do not know what to say to that...about Valentin." Strong hands slipped from scarred visage, pale pools lined with moisture. "Help me with this girl...grab the duffle bag from my closet please?"

Vertigo? A hole in her foot? Adara wasn't making any sense then again, Livia wasn't sure she wanted to ask. But a normal day? What was normal? How could either she or Adara ever have a normal day? They were both, not normal. Silly for a Lycan to be asking for a normal day of a woman with multiple personalities that was married to an Angel and killed people for a living while running a strip club. Normal? Pfft.

"Milacku...just grab the end and help me carry this to the end of the hall." Livia sighed as she pulled the bag upwards on her end. "We'll set it on the bed and then I will grab the chlor...erg. I'll need to grab something while you watch the gir...present."

Livia cowered at the sound of Adara's voice. Did she not remember the Slayer's hearing was sensitive? Maybe she would buy a dog whistle to torment the wolfess and her newly acquired puppies. And could she not see the Czech woman dragging a bag up the stairs.

"Hovno...up here!" Cerulean hues stared from the just below the landing. "Help me get this gir...pressie...into John's room."

She was in the middle of returning from her 'shopping' trip for John when Livia felt her phone buzz. Another text from Adara. Though she had told Addie she was going to New York, the Slayer had been joking. In reality, she had been to the Sorbonne. For John's present. A quiet whimper heard, Livia turned to look at the burlap sack she had just brought inside and gave it a small kick. Fingers pressed out a message quickly.

:: Where are you? And as long as I keep him 'fed'...you won't need locks. ::

Satisfied with her message, Livia pressed send and waited for a reply.

Wrapping her hand in his catcher's mitt sized grip he smiles with actual warmth and friendliness towards her. "It is a pleasure to meet any friend of Liv's, especially such a close one as you. As you already know, I'm John Doe."

"Silly girl, I already know where you live. Who do you think is occupying the guest room down the hall at Liv's?" Laughs as he teases his new acquaintance. "And Liv and I go way back, she used to stay in the rooms above my bar back in the day."

Smiles down at the girl with all the reassurance of a 6'5" mass murdering sociopath. "Don't worry, it is not the comedy that will kill you, it is when I stumble into the wrong bedroom at three in the morning that will do it. But at least you will die satisfied."

He sits in silence, allows her to finish her ranting and raving over what he has said. Adara has never been one of his soldiers, has never heard how directly he speaks. She is his thief extraordinaire. A prodigy. The German has always been softer with his Madchen than he had with Livia. In their complete likeness they were completely opposite. Adara witnessed her parents murdered, the screams of her mother. Livia witnessed the explosion that killed her parents then dealt with the horrors of the Orphanage. They are both damaged equally but not in the same way.

But he will not tolerate indignation. Not when he is trying to assist her in a possibly volatile situation.

His left hand raises to catch the incoming money clip while his right releases a dagger from the inverted sheath that sits at his lower back. As cold steel slips into large palm, a smile pulls the corners of his mouth upward. Cool. Dangerous. Confident. Valentin rarely raises his voice. There is never a need. And rarely ever smiles. This should have been a warning to the lithe and beautiful blonde with the high cheekbones and heart shaped face.

But she continues.

Her words regarding Livia, full of venom, stab the Butcher in his heart. It is maybe the only thing that can bring him to his proverbial knees. He loves both, but the situation with his Liebste had not gone as planned. Things were said. A replacement killer, or two, sent. Yes, he had tried to kill the one dearest to his heart. She had defied him. His orders. Remarried. Twice. Three times. His head spins as he tries to suppress his anger. Before he can stop, the hand that grips the tonto style dagger strikes out and releases the knife. Adara's foot being the intended victim. Not life threatening but painful nonetheless.

Was she yelling at -him-? Amusement slips from chiseled features and is instantly replaced with stoicism. He is not angry but again, she will not speak to him in this manner.

"Mind your tongue Adara." Usually when a given name is used, it means one of two things. Neither are good and he knows his Madchen understands this. "The puppies do not need to stay here with me. I can easily train them an hour a day, in any given place of your choosing. Puppies are rambunctious, it does not mean they need to run and I am quite sure there are parks that will allow them to run free. I will look into that for you."

The Colossus turns to watch the his Madchen retreat further into his home while hands clasp behind his back. It is safer for all involved when he stands in this manner, especially the young woman whose raised voice still rings in his ears.

"Now, do as I say and replace whatever it is that the puppies have destroyed and be sure to get them hard rubber toys to chew upon. Everything will be fine. If Liebste gets angry, call me and I will discuss with her why she is acting like a spoiled child."

Amusement finds his face. He can only imagine what they have done to Livia's home and realises, in a home that probably was kept in absolute order, his Liebste would be furious. Livia had always been, how did one say, obsessive compulsive. A place for everything and everything in its place.

"I will happily train them if you wish," He pauses momentarily to reach into the pocket of his pants, withdraws his money clip and hands it to Adara. "Go buy whatever it is that the puppies have destroyed. Also buy the puppies toys to chew on hm?" A baritone chuckle escapes. "Keep them away from any wood furniture. If I know Liebste, she has antiques that are difficult to replace."

A brow lifts in inquiry as turquoise optics appraise the woman who has barged into his temporary home in Paris. She of course is his Madchen, and not a stranger who, by now, would be dead. A large hand extends to offer assistance from her floored position to standing. He is, after all, a gentleman though not always kind.

"Madchen, for future reference, you are always welcome. However, announce yourself before you enter so I do not run a blade across your throat."

His brow settles and a softer expression finds hard countenance. If she is in trouble, he is always there to protect her. The German would do anything in his power to protect Adara.

-presses his lips to her forehead with a gravelly chuckle-
Here.. -reaches into his pocket, pulls out a money clip and passes it to Adara- Go shop, Madchen. Whatever you like.
-hesitates- Maybe pick up something for Livia also. If you need more, phone me. I will bring you more.

Expressing her desire to visit with Himmel and Holle softens his face but soon her belligerent tone and sharpened nails digging into his arm sets his jaw. If she is smart, she will stop speaking of Livia, in that tone, to him. Large blue-green optics stare blankly at previously mossy green irides which are now golden ones. His Madchen might think it is her concern, being his Liebste's best friend, but this matter with the Czech girl has nothing to do with Adara. Livia had made a mistake. One on grand scale. Not only did she fail the task given, she became involved with the mark. It was a direct blow to his heart. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, he instead thinks on how protective of Livia Adara truly is, the scent of pine on her flesh teasing his olfactory nerves and Adara's love of running through the taiga.

Golden eyes that glow like a wolf.

Wolf.

"Ja, mein liebes Madchen."

He nods to the darling girl on his arm and presses thick lips to her forehead. Even with her previous tone, Valentin is still elated she is with him. And would do almost anything to make sure Adara remains with him. Memories of Irkutsk flood his thoughts; Of fireside drinks, their frequent jaunts into the forests surrounding the camp, the pride he felt when each accomplished tasks he assigned. Adara has always been his best thief. She manages jobs that others with thrice the experience could not do. Technically, his Madchen has not failed the job, only him. In fact, she had succeeded completely. Even escaping his men that were sent to find her. But why did she run? He has always allowed the two freedom to come and go. Maybe it is unwillingness to compromise. Maybe it is time he learns to compromise. A stretch? It will be difficult.

"Where shall we go to dine? It is Paris." Brows raise in question as a thick index finger lifts her chin so that he might be able to gaze at her eyes once more. Money is of no object. His girls know this. "La Cristal Room? Guy Savoy? Dominique Bouchet? What do you wish to eat? Fish? Veal? Sushi?"

Valentin hates sushi but if it is what Adara wishes this evening, he will gladly stomach it.. for her.

He never did like to see his Madchen frown but Valentin isn't one to give in. He stands firmly behind his decisions. Maybe that is why the girls ran. He would think on this later, however. Right now, he was watching Adara intently. Will she accept his proposal? Will she run? If she ran, he will be ready to grasp at golden tresses and a 'ride' is only a phone call away. She surprises him instead and moves towards the Colossus. So, he will be kind in return.

"It is truth, Madchen." The smile now reaches his eyes as she takes his arm. It feels good to be able to speak with Adara for the first time in many months. A large hand covers hers and pats gently. "Himmel and Holle wait patiently at the door when anyone passes by. They are not used to the pack being so.. small."

Valentin doesn't need to lie about the beloved Rottweilers. What was once five is now three, maybe four, and hopefully in the end, five once again. The dogs were puppies when Adara and Livia first arrived to Irkutsk. His mind switches gears and business is once again at the forefront of his thoughts. She mentions his Liebste and a frown pulls the smile from hardened visage.

"It is not the money I am concerned with Madchen. The money was repaid." His head dips and blue green gaze finds Adara's mossy one. How does he explain everything to her? The course of events that occurred after she ran. It was a domino effect. He sighs heavily. "Livia will be paying for her own crime. I do not hold her any more responsible for you than I hold you responsible for her actions. But that is not your concern and I do not wish to speak of it. Let us find someplace to discuss the painting. Dinner mein lieb kleines Madchen?"

The scent of pine fills his nose, causes Valentin to breathe deeply. His Madchen. She is near. Turning his large frame from the store front, and the window shopping he is doing, turquoise optics find the woman. He does not smile. He does not take a step towards her. He stands with the aid of his cane and simply takes in the beauty of Adara.

"Ja? Has my Madchen decided to return what is not hers?" A tug at the corner of his mouth upwards shows a hint of amusement but the lack of emotion in his eyes shows more. "Or have you decided to come home."

A large hand extends towards her, palm up. He is offering Adara an easy return. He will not offer again. If she takes his hand, he can protect her. If she refuses, she is on her own. She and Livia will both be on their own.

*deposits bottle on Adara's chest* There...*turns head* Hm? *pats her own face* I think my nose is not where it's supposed to be. *grumbles* Again...*sits up and takes bottle back**takes long draught from bottle*

*blinks* Jim...Beam? *gags**searches* How about Patron?*glances back over shoulder...does not see Addie**furrows brow* Adara?*stumbles back with Patron**trips over floored wolfess**holds Patron bottle up as she lays flat on her face* Here...

*Chokes on her hi-c juice* Hello Adara it's a pressure. *Ponders at the thought of a trip to LA* We could pay the city of angels a visit. You must promise not to split open any heads and lap up the brain matter.